Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Home

The days I spend on the east coast are always vibrant
in the way fleeting things tend to be.
My NYC excursions invigorate and inspire me.
I spend hours walking, exploring, dining, photographing,
and visiting some of those dearest to me.
It's the first city I glimpsed from the car window
as my father cruised the timed lights on Park Avenue.
It's the first city I chose to live in as an adult.
It's familiar,
and carries layers of memories,
and yet it continues to surprise and reinvent itself.
My love for NY does not extinguish the thrill I feel deep inside
when I see the Santa Monica Mountains and glittering LA skyline
from the plane window.
My heart is nestled in those hills.
It is home.




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